Her fingers ran down
my chin. “So strong.
Is there room for me?”
It was never a question
of love. It was a question
of maturity, how I handled
the echoes of honesty in myself
The shadows ran against the light
leaving me under a sea of mottled desire
crashing on the beach of her open love.
It is easy to be strong in crashing forever
but another to stand naked before
someone’s simple light.
We had danced with dreams
played out the what ifs and maybes
while trying tomorrow on the open grasses
one day. She turned around in my hands.
I could see the light scintillate off
the clarity of her heart.
Every moment divides between paths.
There is no standing still. What you don’t
choose is decided for you. She had
knocked on my door and I knew
I couldn’t open up. I could only
shake my head and know
she needed a man and I was a boy.
11:21 AM
08/23/07
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I started with a different title cause I wanted to write about my understanding. Instead I found myself writing a poem about growing.
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this poem and your an made me cry
i can't explain why
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it is a process maturity. I was eighteen a freshman in college. Things change and we grow into things. She saw a me, I had a long road to travel to. We should be careful not to confuse reality with potential.
Love, Tom B.
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perhaps she was more a girl then you knew,
thank you for the read. as always.
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We make our decisions in solitude and pray we are right. this is one I have looked back upon often.
Love,Tom B.
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Don't you just wish that sometimes you could rearrange time? And so true, what you don't choose is decided for you, thats the dilemma of trying to stand still. Ahhh, what a way with words you have Scribe. xx
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There is more front story, the way it affected me after it happened and how it resonated from there, then back story.
sometimes the world bangs on our door before we recognize who we are and tells us it is waiting for us to show up.
I have had a number of paths laid out before me. I, at 57, am only beginning to see how many there are. I am trying to prepare my son to be ready to be see them before I did. He isn't growing up in the abusive environment I did, nor is he having to overcome a severe High Anxiety Disorder to get his life back. While in many ways the path I walked has been to my advantage there are quicker and better ways to learn the world.
If you wish to hear about my muse, read "Erato" It will show you that in the end you can know what calls to your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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Beautifully done..Such a wonderful story of growth and exploration...
Excellent!
Lynda
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awesome.
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I get bigger and older all the time
Love, Tom B.
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Dang Tom!
You have yet again left me amazed by your words. I personally liked the last few sentences in this poem, I like how you describe yourself as a boy, but to me that isn't a bad thing in a relationship persay.
I like knowing that my "man" can be silly and boyish at times. Like when he gets excited about silly stuff like snakes and whatnot. When he likes to play dirty haha. You wrote a compelling piece here for us all to see you in the light that you see yourself in. When you and I talk you are always so mature whereas I leave that world behind at times. If you cannot allow your inner child out to play every once in awhile being an adult sucks majorily.
Thank you for sharing this with me!
Always,
Tatianna
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This was written about when I was a young man. Now I would hope the playful part in me is still readily available. I now would answer not on wether I could love as totally as was offered but more in terms of how we would share our lives since I am sure that my love is largest enough to hold all I love and more too. You are your own gift.
Love, Tom B.
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Sometimes I think the boy sees with more clarity than the man, could be that innocence doesn't cloud his judgement as much, it is simply a case of when you are young you just don't understand all the ramifications of what real love is and when you grow up you lose the simple joy in finding it due to complications of age, does that make sense? lol I am not making sense to anyone tonight. Love, C
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We all have moments of clarity and vision. she saw the man I would become and I could only see the boy as was. sometimes even the simplest of things are hard. You make perfect sense.
Love, Tom B.
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Again, I find you comparing emotions and inner turmoils to the ocean. And I see the depths, the parallels drawn...they speak clearly. In my path, you can not become a high priestess until you face the worse demon of all...your true face. You seem to graze upon this here. And while the "boy" in these lines can't find the strength within him to reach beyond a certain point...the love is there for another; enough to give her truth when she holds out her heart. This one really spoke to me. Blue
PS-Small typo here: "chose is decided for you"
should read "choose"
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We grow into love, I think. We, if fortunate, continue to walk the path and grow in understanding and insight. At this moment I could hear all that was being asked and knew I could not deliver. Want to is not the same as can. While sometimes we must risk and leap in faith this was not one of those and the man she could see was not ready to blossom yet. Thanks for all the insight and wisdom.
Love, Tom B.
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"It is easy to be strong in crashing forever
but another to stand naked before
someone’s simple light. "
Some things just require experience to learn. Trust is something always earned. I was really stopped reading these words, and think how fortunate those are who find that place in each other.
There are the elements of touch, dreams, and perhaps a ritual dance, but in the end, it's the knowing that is really elemental. ~ K
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we either listen to all the chatter of our animal needs. Take what you want or what is in it for me. Or you can listen to the being within the human soul and honor yourself and those around you. Leave room for love to grow. The hard path is never convenient, but sometimes we must walk it to be true to what we know must be and to make it possible for the good things to happen.
Love, Tom B.
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Your wisdom amazes me, Your perception inspires me, and Your ability to open a heart with Your words leaves me in awe. You are truly a Master amoung men.
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when we are young we often are blind to the insight of others. It took time to grow into her vision. Thanks for your compliments.
Love, Tom B.
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wow... such a powerful admission
and one that I am certain that others can relate to... beautifully expressed... your writing seems to directly convey quite a bit, lately... wonderful work, poet!
I love the prespectives in this poem... all captured, omniscient!
"Her fingers ran down
my chin. “So strong.
Is there room for me?”
I felt as though I was touching with my own hands and begging that question with my own eyes, god how many times have I?
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I have been suffering from a dearth of metaphor. It happens periodically. Then these things come up. More historical, more condensed moments of choice, awakening. Thanks for letting me know how much the opening sang in your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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Wow,
You always amaze me with your words of wisdom, and I know I have a ways to go in reaching new heights. I believe we both try and reach out in our own ways. You looking inward inside yourself, shows you are growing in itself. I have heard it takes a lifetime to know how to live one. But I may even question that, for I believe we must learn from our own paths we follow, and the roads of others. Someone always has something we can learn from, either what to do, or what not to do. I'm sure many have learned from some of my victories, and many from my failures. If good intentions would get me anywhere, I would be indeed on the road to riches. Metaphorically speaking. Thanks for sharing you, and much love to you and yours. Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver.
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This one was a surprise. When I am at another step in the path of learning these kind of poems show up. We shall see what tomorrow brings, what is to be learned and how the heart shall sing.
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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deep title. i'm still struggling to figure out what it means.
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/3334364 here it is finished. The title you thought was so deep will be savedfor another poem
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Oh Man I clicked too early..ok ya know I will be back...T...ciao
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